To say today dragged would be an understatement.
It was as if each second had suddenly developed emphysema and couldn’t pass more than a few inches by at a time before desaturating and having to sit down for a break. The day was scattered with puffed-out seconds. Had we had a pulse-oximeter capable of taking oxygen sats on seconds then I am sure it they would have been saturating well below 90%.
So I guess you could call my day an exacerbation of temporal-spatial-COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease for those who know better than to dabble in the Health-Arts ….medicine is indeed an art…the art of amusing the patient whilst nature cures the disease …thanks to Mr Voltaire for that pearl of wisdom).
And the wheezy pink-puffer of a day (though it felt more blue-bloatish if the truth be known) was jam packed full of annoying patients…. I mean come on people! Do you not have better things to do with the precious time you have before you’re worm-fodder than to rock up to the emergency department and fill my day with things I’d rather not have to do.
Life drags on.
One Comment
You really need to get out more Jer. Your blog and analogies are becoming FAAAARR to medicalese methinks!!!! Mind you, kind of bizarrely comical comparing a day to an old crusty with COPD – I’ve had an entire week like that so thank God it’s Friday!!!!
Hope your weekend is better.
PJ